the blacksmith wakes in the dead of the night his hands cold and his heart empty the anvil silent as if the only fire that was never meant to be extinguished had fled from the forge of his ribcage
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Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks). View all posts by Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
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Beautiful and deep
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